Proof of non-conformity

Like everyone else on this planet, I think I am special, and yesterday I got proof of that. On my way home I got in the elevator. There were already three people in the elevator and they were all facing the door. Only after I had settled down, leaning with my back to the side, facing sideways, I realized that the “normal” (socially acceptable) thing to do would have been would have been to go face the same direction.

I guess this either means I’m a non-conformist, socially inept, extremely lazy, or deep inside aware of this little factoid and hence immune to this subliminal cue.